Alive

Alive

A Poem by Perdition

It was as if to be alive, to be in love. freed by imperfection; to be beside her, silently aware of our course and by this, the world as well as I...

© 2017 Perdition



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❤️ I love this and don’t know how I missed it! Thank you for writing this! Just what I needed!

Sending you thoughts of eveverything amazing...

Always,

Alisa✨

Posted 3 Months Ago


Yes, to breathe in fresh air, feel the love and zest for life fill every pore is the essence of joy!

https://youtu.be/QuoKNZjr8_U

Posted 6 Months Ago


Perdition

6 Months Ago

Tis indeed Tom..tis indeed and thanks. I trust this is a link to something as well as uncommon as is.. read more
Tom

6 Months Ago

Yes my friend, uncommon but your poem has passion just like 'the mad' scientist in this link!
Perdition

6 Months Ago

Ha ha ha..Just linked and well, well put kind sir...
well put~
Flowing into the charity of awareness, the wording commingled with heart, soul & beauty.

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Months Ago


Perdition

7 Months Ago

Poetic review indeed..."flowing into the charity" gotta love it. Thank you!! Happy Harvest Moon and .. read more
Alive indeed.. prepared to love and be loved as only imperfection allows..

Posted 7 Months Ago


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emmajoy

7 Months Ago

And there was I listening to Damien Rice singing, It takes a lot to know a man
Perdition

7 Months Ago

Just coloring it in and making love to the sound of a guitar alone in the soft drops of your audito.. read more

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Added on September 20, 2017
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Perdition
Perdition

Sometimes, VA



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Writing is a way for me to transcend the edges around the edges of transcendence; if you catch my drift. Thank you for your wonderful reviews and please forgive me if I sometimes fail to do the same... more..

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A Poem by Perdition